Listening to the Cure

Well, I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.

My head feels really heavy, but why, I'm not so sure.

One day I'll analyse if it's the hand that I've been given,

But for now I'll plug my ears and let my feet stamp out the rhythm.

I'm walking with a sickness but I'm listening to the cure.

I'm walking on the pavement across from her old house.

Whoever lives there now is watching Homes Under the Hammer on the couch.

They look like they're a pair who've found what I could never find,

But maybe that's 'cos I'm the type to peek through people's blinds.

It's funny, they're sat in the exact spot I was sitting when she kicked me out.